Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.